Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.